All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Silence greeted Eirene when she arrived home. The house felt lifeless, dimly lit with only the faint glow of the living room lamp to illuminate it. The house felt hollow and empty, allowing the sound of the rain outside to fill the space. Usually, the soft patter against the roof was calming, but that night it felt unbearably suffocating.Eirene walked in sluggishly, her steps heavy. The air inside was stale, cold and distant.From the family room came the faint sound of a television, though no one was really watching. Heston Ravenor was sitting on the couch, still wearing his work shirt, while Isabella Walsh was standing near the table, holding a cup of cold tea. They both turned at the same time when Eirene appeared.“Eirene?” Isabella called, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re home? How’s Daisy?”Eirene froze for a moment, her chest tightening as she shifted her gaze between them. “Daisy?” she repeated softly, the word feeling heavy on her tongue.“Is she awake?” Heston asked,

The day Eirene had her accident.The corridor of Laconte Hospital was filled with hurried footsteps and panicked shouts. A suffocating sense of dread and worry spread everywhere, carried along with the cold night air that slipped in each time the emergency door swung open.“I—I think it’s time! Please, my wife—!”Arden Vellore shouted in panic, holding his wife Marla Jenkins, whose body was trembling as she groaned in pain. Marla clutched her stomach tightly as the nurses approached with a stretcher, helping her to lie down.A nurse quickly set up the equipment and asked, “How many minutes apart are the contractions?”“Less than two minutes,” Arden stammered. His face was pale. “She’s in so much pain. This is happening too fast.”The nurse said, “Calm down, sir. We’ll take care of your wife.”The door to the delivery room closed, leaving

The day Eirene had her accident.Arden stood by the bedside with trembling hands while Marla clung to the blanket wrapped around her. Marla’s face was still pale after giving birth, but what was more striking was the fear in her eyes as she searched for answers that had not yet been given to her.Halden slowly closed the door to the recovery room, making sure that no medical staff were inside or in the hallway other than himself. The faint sound of the door shutting echoed like a boundary drawn between the truth and the outside world, which should not hear it.“Mr Arden and Mrs Marla,” said Halden, his expression heavy. “I’ve reviewed the initial examination results of your son.”Arden tensed, then straightened up, his knees trembling. “He’s fine, isn’t he?” he asked desperately. “He cried loudly when he was born. Everything was normal. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”Halden took a deep breath and looked at Arden and Marla with sympathy. “His initial development did appear normal, but an ho

The dining room fell silent after Eirene gave her firm answer. She remained seated, her body as stiff as if nailed to the chair. The words “not for sale” still echoed loudly in her ears. Yet, rather than feeling satisfied, she felt an even greater constriction in her heart.After a long pause, Eirene’s thoughts finally moved again. Even Alpha Yoren helped me because of my blood.The thought surfaced quietly, but then hit her hard. She stared blankly at the table and the nearly extinguished candles for a few moments. Everything felt so distant, so empty.Earlier, Eirene had thought that nothing could hurt more than hearing the Ravenor family speak as if her life only had value when she donated her blood. She thought nothing could be worse than realising that Bradley had stayed by her side only for the benefits she could offer. But there was something worse: even the supreme ruler of the Velmora Pack wanted her only for her blood.

The black wolf moved without warning. Its movements were efficient. Its body shot forward like a shadow released from the darkness and slammed into one of the enemy wolves with brutal force.There was a loud crash as the enemy wolf’s body was hurled into a large tree. The tree split and shattered, and the sound of the enemy wolf’s bones cracking made Eirene’s stomach churn.Eirene watched the one-against-six fight, holding her breath. From this brief observation alone, she could tell that the black wolf’s movements were extremely fast and precise. The longer it went on, the less it resembled a fight and the more it resembled an execution.The second wolf had not even managed to rise when the black wolf’s jaws closed around its throat. Its fangs clamped down and tore violently through skin and flesh. Blood splattered onto the asphalt—warm and thick. Then the body went limp and lifeless, no longer moving.Eirene froze. Th